Helen's POV
The messenger's words kept repeating in my head, eating away at every idea I had. What truth might he be referring to? My family? My ancestry? And why would the pack turn against me for that?
I couldn't continue to be in the dark. I have to be aware. I therefore marched directly to the elders of the pack.
With their eyes heavy with age and wisdom, the elders sat in a circle. I tried to speak steadily as I stood in front of them, but my heart was racing with anxiety.
"I want answers," I firmly stated. The messenger vowed to divulge information on my ancestry. It might make the pack turn against me. What do you not tell me?
Rowan, who was the oldest of them all, gave me a hesitant and sad expression. "Helen, there are things about your heritage that we kept hidden for your protection."
I tightened my hands and took a step closer. "Defense? "Protection against what?"
